I’ve yelled at myself something fierce lately. Trying to get myself psyched up for writing again. And I knew it all was going to start with a blog post, or seven. But which one?
Do I sit down and write about how great it was to be working where I was working, but how fantastic it is to not be there anymore? Or about the fantastic people and coworkers that I had while on my brief stint there, but at the same time, how grateful I am that I’m not there anymore, and can sit with myself and my thoughts?
How about I write about how horrible I’ve been at the physical fitness stuff, and how I’m still hovering at the same weight, which granted it could be worse, but I was going to get myself moving. I can tell you that I am in much better shape than I was when I first set foot on kiwi soil. I nearly died while climbing and walking the trails at Piha beach, but I actually made it through two days of fairly intense (for me) walking while in Rotorua.
What about that trip to Rotorua? Do I just post a bunch of photographs and give a brief overview of the trip like I did when we went to Piha, or to Manganui? It was a fantastic trip, and the scenery was breathtaking, the food delightful, and the time to unwind with Ee was superb. And even the pain from the walking and climbing was a sweet pain to me, near tear jerking, but sweet.
And food! What about food? I have been cooking lately now that i’m not working. And I’ve made some interesting things. Including my own version of pierogies! I really should write about them too! The soups I’ve made, the sauces, the dumplings that we’ve cobbled together, all very intriguing topics for conversation!
And my goodness, I turned 30! What a momentous occasion, a glorious day, a rather anticlimatic hump. no really, it wasn’t that traumatic. Other than I can now say that I’m 30 with a straight face without all of those preceding words, “I’m going to be turning…” No, no more future tense for me. I am 30. And it kinda feels nice. But at the same time, now I get into a whole bunch of other things. Like where am i going now that I’m here. What happens next in my life.
So where do I go from here? I’ve got some work experience in New Zealand, but what happens next? I know that I don’t want to work in a call center again, but I know that I want to work. But what do I want to do? I’ve toyed with the thought of part-time work, since I do enjoy being home and being the ‘housewife’, but I also like having my own money. And having my own money would lead to a whole other world of things. I’ve been looking at bigger flats and a car of my own. I’ve almost given up on the vague dream of having a scooter, since that would be impractical, both due to weather concerns, as well as potential offspring.
So yes. This is what I’ve been thinking, and so many choices actually leave me paralyzed a bit. I’ll work on getting around to most if not all of the topics above, eventually. I just need to make a list and then work down them one at a time.
So I am not dead or missing, just busy, happy, and overwhelmed. Also, look forward to posts detailing the process that I’m going through in order to get my next visa.